I got three sides of the border on this quilt and I felt that I should stop and leave the bottom open. When we lose a loved one, something stays open. I still think about my Pa Ted nearly everyday. My partner’s Mamaw cooked kibbe in honor of her first husband every Thanksgiving for sixty years after his parting. It gives me comfort to know the door is not entirely shut, the mysteries of life not entirely resolved.
Repurposed shirts (2020) 65”x80”